Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.